It is no secret that I won’t be twenty-two years old forever. It would be awesome if I could though. I’d never wrinkle or gain weight. I could keep my youthful spunk forever!

Well, now I don’t have to worry about turning 23 (besides getting closer to aforementioned wrinkles and decreased metabolism) because my good friend Joel has set me up with a new blog. It has its own website and everything!

I won’t be updating Life at Twenty Two any more and have already moved everything over to the new location. It’s kind of sad to leave because we’ve had some good times here, but alas.. we must move on.

Engineers get a bad rap. We’re stereotyped as full out geeks: complete with taped glasses, poor fashion sense, pocket protectors, and nonexistant social skills. I little like my engineering friend Charlie:

And I wouldn’t really say that the stereotype is unfounded. Just like all stereotypes, it doesn’t necessarily encompass the entire group and is the result of a few that give us a “bad” name. But most of us are just like you non-engineery types.

But yes, we do have our nerdy tendencies. We have a tendency to over analyze things because… well… we can. We can talk about the heat transfer properties of cast iron. We can discuss the friction coefficient of tires.** We are well versed in integration, differentiation, and laplace transforms. And while “nerdy” can classify as anybody that knows way too much about any one thing (for instance, Tommy Lee probably knows an unreal amount of information about drums), we are the dreaded type of nerd because nobody cares about what we know. Does anybody really want to know about the friction coefficient of tires? NO! THEY DON’T! And if anybody were to accidentally overhear any of that conversation, they would probably say, “Wow, those engineers can tell a mean bedtime story. This is so boring, I’m having a tough time keeping my eyes open… and it has only been about 15 seconds.”

But the thing is, I find those conversations to be hilarious. And maybe it’s just me, but I get a huge kick out of how bullheaded engineers can be and how willing we are to argue details. So yesterday, as I sat and did work while the men next to me discussed grilling and the physical properties of cast iron, the idea for “Way Too Nerdy Thursdays” came to me.

Every Thursday (assuming I remember) I will share a funny conversation, random factoid you may or may not be interested in, or a fact about myself that could be considered “nerdy”. The subject matter for these posts will come from conversations at work, with Dan, or just nerdy things that I have done in the past.

And sure, I might be pushing forward the engineering “nerdiest people ever” stereotype. And a lot of you probably won’t even think the stories that I’m going to share are interesting or funny. Most likely, you’ll be sitting there scratching your head thinking to yourself… “Uhh… I don’t really get it…. was that a joke?” But I will think they are interesting and funny, andI will be able to go through these stories at a not-to-distant point in the future and giggle like an idiot. And to me, that’s the point of having a blog in the first place. So I can reflect on it later.

And yes, “Way Too Nerdy Thursdays” can be renamed. If you have recommendations, please feel free to let me know.

I don’t have time to write up a nerdy encounter this week, so until next Thursday, please enjoy reading (or re-reading) about The Monty Hall Problem. It’s a pretty good post to get things started.

** Yes, those conversations really happened.

I got this memo today while at work. Apparently it’s kind of a big deal. It was on company letterhead and everything.

So make sure that all of your friends named “Don” or “Donald” know that they are among the coolest people on earth. Give them a high five, a fist bump, a butt slap, or whatever you crazy kids do these days.

Follow my dermatologist’s orders every day after my appointment on the 8th. In the past I have followed the doctor’s orders for about 4 days and then tapered off from there: TRIED, BUT HAD TO GO A DIFFERENT ROUTE. My health insurance held me back from that one. I went to Ulta instead and grabbed Dermalogica, which I have been following consistently. Sure, it’s not the same, but it is as close as I could get without dropping $400+ (no joke) on medication.

Do my laundry every week instead of waiting until I have nothing to wear: I DID IT TWICE THIS MONTH. SO NO.

So for those of you keeping track, I succeeded at 5 out of 8.

I still struggle to believe that I didn’t go ONCE thoughout January. I mean.. I can believe that I didn’t go since I was there every morning when I rolled out of bed late and got to work barely at 9am, but… ugh. Disappointing.

I guess I can pride myself in that I don’t just “kind of” fail. I fail big and go home. *HIGH FIVE*

I got home last night at about 5pm. I thought about picking my dog up, but I decided I didn’t feel like it. So I came home, said hi to Lucy (my cat), and slept until 7am this morning. For those of you that lack basic math skills, that’s 14 hours of sleep. WHEW.

So I got up this morning, cleaned my apartment, and brushed Lucy. Usually I use some really crappy brush that I probably got from the dollar store or something, and it doesn’t really do much. It pulls out maybe 3 hairs, and then 15 seconds later she is wandering around shedding all over everything again. Today I wisened up and decided to try out my dog’s furminator on her. And for those of you with dogs that shed a lot but you haven’t heard of the furminator yet, you are missing out on the best invention EVER. Seriously.

So I don’t know if these wonderful inventions from the heavens are made for cats, but this is what I got before Lucy started gnawing on my fingers, the brush, and my arms.

That is a lot of hair. I even compacted it all in a dense hairball. Gross.

And when I showed Lucy, of course she grabbed the whole thing between her front paws with a death grip and tried to eat the whole thing. I actually gave her a little piece of it just to see if she really would follow through and eat the hair, and she did. I should have known better. It’s like she’s upset that the hair is no longer on her and she needs to eat it so she can grow some more. Because she needs it. And I need more of it on my couch.